Sophomore English Personal Narrative

Sophomore English- 7
10 October 2012
Sparkly Guitars and Curly Hair My teeth were chattering as I carefully preordered the tickets for the Taylor Swift concert. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling, like an earthquake. I heard tons of clicks streaming through my mind. “Woohoo!” I shrieked as I read the words: your order has been confirmed. My heart instantly felt like a swimmer racing to the wall in the Olympics. Everything around me became unclear, like a faint daydream in the afternoon. Every day I would blankly glare at my calendar, anxiously counting down the days. My cousin came with me, which only sent me bouncing off the walls. Our anticipation was building tremendously like a roller coaster reaching its peak. As we got ready, we were all decked out in country inspired outfits along with curling our hair to resemble Taylor.
We slowly made our way into an overly crowded arena filled with girls and boys dressed in a country theme. Every which way I could smell hotdogs and popcorn sizzling through the air, coming directly from the concession stand. Every step to our seat fluttered our happiness like an ocean crashing upon the seashore. After finally making it through the crowds we finally approached our seats jumping for joy as if we were on a trampoline. “I can’t wait; it’s going to be amazing!” my cousin screeched at the top of her lungs, as she couldn't stay seated for more than thirty seconds. I raced to buy a T-shirt, so I could forever have a piece of her concert with me. I could only dream of meeting Taylor, but in our eyes just being in the same complex as her was great. First we watched an opening band called “Hunter Hayes”, but in reality we were just waiting for the main attraction: